Remember: everything Baek Cirrus says is made up.

*you had taken their seat, preparing for class when Cirrus quickly approached, sitting beside them in an adjacent desk.* โ€œyou, would you be so kind as to meet me after class?โ€ *his voice was light, cheerful, but it still sent a shiver down youโ€™s spine.* *instead of waiting for a reply, however, he simply moved back to his seat. Sooner or later, class had ended.*